But I'm kind of terminally ill. Why not behave differently? I protest gloomily. I feel that I am constantly under the control of Zhenya and Kostya.

- No illness will destroy the arrogance of money bags, - Zhenya utters philosophically and suggests: - Call the stewardess and complain that the champagne is warm.

– Why is this?

- Practice.

- I won't. Why stress a person? The plane will land soon. She has enough to do without me.

“You are hopeless, just like Anna said. One hundred pounds, in the hospital you will also tell the head doctor to take you last. And you wait modestly.

“Are you saying that all rich people are spoiled and nasty people?”

– Did you think otherwise?

- I didn't think so. Fortunately, I don't see them very often.

- There will be a lot of moneybags in the hospital. You are there, maybe you will meet some stars. Look, don't fall into a faint. Act like you're used to it.

- Thanks. I will study. But I will not mock the stewardess.

- That's in vain. Champagne is a rare gem.

- Seriously? I take a doubtful sniff of the drink in my glass and carefully sip it. - I don't notice anything out of the ordinary. Are you good at this? I ask in the hope of finding out Zhenya's social status.

- Still would. I am a cook at the Belovs. And Kostyan is the son of their lawyer. They pass me off as a banker. And you don't remember me, do you?

“I'm sorry,” I say embarrassedly, but Zhenya is getting closer to me. He is also from the servants, unlike Kostya, and he will have to play a role, like me. "So those are your real names?"

Yes, why reinvent the wheel? he shrugs. - And what you do not remember - nothing. No offense. You looked after the son of the Belovs, and he was an unrealistically capricious patient. Once you had to look around. He ate almost nothing, everything cooked flew out into the chimney. As soon as I perverted with delicacies, it's all to no avail.

“For some reason, they invented a bicycle for me, that is, a new name,” I say thoughtfully to myself. Then I look at Zhenya. “I think I remember you. Without a chef's uniform, you are different, as if you really come from a wealthy family.

- It's all clothes. But I'm not from the poor, I just always loved to cook. He made it his profession and immediately began to serve VIPs. Why did you become a nurse?

“Obviously it happened,” I confess. Between me and Zhenya quietly formed a friendly relationship. I didn't think this was possible. Talking to a guy about this and that is not about me. But after a short time, I already trust him with the most intimate. “Since childhood, I dreamed of healing. Played doctor, tortured the whole family. She dragged cats, dogs, pigeons home, nursed them. And then my mother got sick. I was ten then. I liked to give injections, give her medicines, feed her. She was lying down for a long time. She herself did not notice how accustomed to taking care of her. Before they had time to bury, my father fell ill. Again on a new one. It didn’t work out to study in honey, the house was on me. Grandmother also began to give up. What can you say? It worked out the way it did.

- I see ... And how did you get to the Belovs?

- One teacher helped me with part-time jobs. He said that good nurses are a rarity. That's how I got into their family.

- And what kind of doctor did you study?

- I did not have time to choose a specialization, but I was interested in prenatal diagnostics and surgery.

What kind of animal is this?

“This is a diagnosis of the fetus during pregnancy,” I explain with a laugh.

“You have a beautiful smile,” Zhenya suddenly changes the subject. - Good. The smile of a naive shy person. Try to smile less like that, - he lowers me from heaven to earth, and I understand that even with him it will not work to be myself. Offendedly, I turn to the window, to which Zhenya immediately reacts:

- He said bullshit. You don't pay attention. I just don't want you to screw up.

“I should have chosen another person then,” I snap, still staring unseeingly at the clouds passing by. For the first time in an airplane, but there is no way to enjoy the flight. Or be afraid of turbulence. I'm too excited for this. - I don’t understand why the Belovs entrusted me with such a difficult task.

- Yes, nothing complicated! You will come to the hospital, walk around there with a gloomy look, look around, say that you will think about hospitalization, and that’s it. And why they chose, who knows. I do not know. Demyan had a lot of girls before his illness. Then they all disappeared in one fell swoop. Therefore, probably, the Belovs do not trust them. You are something else. You can be relied upon. It is immediately obvious that it is reliable.

- When I worked for them, they turned up their noses from me, as if I were dirt under my feet. They were afraid that I would lay claim to their son. And now they almost licked me, - again turning to Zhenya, because he is my only friend in this test. And intuition tells me that I can trust him.

- Well, you treat them the same way - you will do the job, you will get babos and set off. Use them as they use you. This is work. So work, and forget about the rest.

"You're right about that," I nod. Thanks for the science.

Yes, not for anything. We are one team, - Zhenya winks, and I smile back.

Chapter 3 Faith Arrival

We arrive in Warsaw in the evening and immediately transfer to the car ordered in advance. I'm not used to traveling with such comfort, when all you need is to sit down and enjoy the flight or the ride. Constant stress has become second nature to me.

When you are responsible not only for yourself, but also for others, it is as if a special device is turned on inside, which is responsible for the smooth functioning of the brain and body. Something to constantly do-do-do. Think-decide-run somewhere. I diligently try to disconnect and be distracted by the view outside the window and the music that sounds in the cabin. Kostya looked at his smartphone. Zhenya thought about something.